V.I.P Afterlife

Velvet ropes and plastic smiles
Everyone's dressed like they're running from their own lives
Bartender knows my name, knows my ghost
Pour me something that burns more than most
Neon halos, cigarette sins
Kiss me like you mean it, or at least pretend

The DJ plays the same old song
We dance like we're already gone

Welcome to the VIP afterlife
Where heaven's full and hell's on strike
Fake love, fake highs, fake paradise
Yeah, we're dead inside
But damn, we look alive

Silver chains and leather regrets
She whispers secrets she'll soon forget
Bodies move like marionettes
Strings made of shots and cigarettes
God left the building, the Devil's too bored
So we light ourselves on fire just to feel adored

Another smile, another line
Another way to kill some time

Welcome to the VIP afterlife
Where heaven's full and hell's on strike
Fake love, fake highs, fake paradise
Yeah, we're dead inside
But damn, we look alive

Lights flicker
Heartbeat quicker
She bites my lip
I taste the liquor
No future, no past, just tonight
Just pretending we're not already

Welcome to the afterlife
No dress code
No exit
No God
Just
Us